The Soul of a Romantic Cries Communism

With a poet’s soul and an opened door From his heart the words begin to pour Rhetoric drenched with romantic edge Sobering reality at its best. His rhythm and meter, all steps in time The beating of a heart the soul of a mime Feelings of love, desires of peace Dreams of brotherhood and perfect unity. The fire that dances within his soul Spins your mind and gains control Pushing and striving, reaching out far Grabs your attention, begins to spar Engrave this now in the chambers of your heart These words, this rhetoric will always set him apart